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From Carlisle
,Indiana
U.S.A. ![]() Welcome to The Funnies "Friends
are God's way of taking care of
us."
These are clean jokes. However, They are, PG - Not intended for younger readers - PG An apology is the superglue of life. It can repair almost anything. Welcome New
Subscribers WEDNESDAY JANUARY 10,2007 The FEMALE always makes the rules. The RULES are subject to change at any time without prior notification...by the FEMALE. No MALE can possibly know all the RULES. If the FEMALE suspects the MALE knows all the RULES, she must immediately change some or all of them. The FEMALE is never wrong. If the FEMALE is wrong, it is due to a misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the MALE did or said wrong. The MALE must apologize immediately for causing the misunderstandings. The FEMALE may change her mind at any time. The MALE must never change his mind without the express written consent of the FEMALE. The FEMALE has every right to be angry or upset at any time. The MALE must remain calm at all times, unless the FEMALE wants him to be angry or upset. The FEMALE must, under no circumstances, let the MALE know whether or not she wants him to be angry or upset. The Male is expected to "mind read" at all times. The MALE who doesn't abide by THE RULES; can't take the heat, lacks backbone, and is a wimp. Any attempt to document THE RULES could result in bodily harm. The FEMALE is ready when SHE is ready. The MALE must be ready at ALL times ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Human Resources"
A human resource manager lived her whole life without ever
taking advantage of any of the people she worked for. In fact, she made sure
that every job she did resulted in a win-win situation. One day while walking
down the street a bus tragically hit her and she died. Her soul arrived up in
heaven where she was greeted at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.
"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled
in, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had
a human resource manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do
with you."
"No problem just let me in." Said the human resource
manager.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going
to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose
whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."
"Actually, I think I've made up my mind...I prefer to stay in
Heaven"
"Sorry, we have rules..."
And with that St. Peter put the human resource manager in an
elevator and it went down, down, down to hell. The doors opened and the human
resource manager found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a
beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front
of her were all her friends - fellow human resource managers that she had worked
with and they were all dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran
up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an
excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed
an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil who was actually a
really nice guy (kinda cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing.
The human resource manager was having good time that before she knew it; it was
time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved good-bye as she got on the
elevator. The elevator went up, up, up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates
and found St. Peter waiting for her.
"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven."
So, the human resource manager spent the next 24 hours
lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had a great time
and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got
her.
"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in
heaven. Now you must choose your eternity."
The human resource manager paused for a second and then
replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really
great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."
So, St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again the human
resource manager went down, down, down back to Hell. When the doors of the
elevator opened, she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in
garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up
the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm
around her.
"I don't understand," stammered the human resource manager.
"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate
lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of
garbage and all my friends look miserable."
The Devil looked at her and smiled, "That's because yesterday
we were recruiting you, but today you're
staff."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stressed to my twelfth grade class the need to present themselves positively in their letters of application for employment. One of my students took my words to heart. Instead of the customary "Yours Truly" or "Sincerely," she wrote "Eventually Yours." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Maybe they call it take-home pay because there is no other place you can afford to go with it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The Clothesline"
For all of us that are older, this will really bring
memories.
For those of you who are younger It will add some thoughts. 1. You had to wash the clothes line before hanging any
clothes.
Walk the length of each line with a damp cloth around the line. 2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order and
always
hang whites with whites and hang them first. 3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders, always by the tail... What would the neighbors think? "CLOTHESLINES"
A clothesline was a news forecast To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep When clothes were hung to dry. It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew If company had stopped on by To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels upon the line; You'd see the company table clothes With intricate design. The line announced a baby's birth To folks who lived inside As brand new infant clothes were hung So carefully with pride. The ages of the children could
So readily be known By watching how the sizes changed You'd know how much they'd grown. It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung; Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung. It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare. It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged With not an inch to spare. New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray, As neighbors raised their brows, And looked disgustedly away. But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less. Now what goes on inside a home Is anybody's guess. I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best By what hung on the line! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ While driving through California on vacation, Andrew pointed out a grove of orange trees to his children. Emma, his four-year-old daughter, corrected him from the back seat. "Those aren't orange trees, Daddy. Those are green trees." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The headwaiter of a five-star, elegant restaurant recoiled in disgust as a man in muddy hipwader boots, torn jeans, a dirty leather jacket, with long, stringy dirty hair, and a beard full of old crumbs of food marched right towards him. The man said, "Yo, bucko, where's your crapper?" The headwaiter calmly replied, "Go down the hall and turn left. When you see the sign marked 'Gentlemen', pay absolutely no attention to it and go right inside." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On our first day of training for a charity parachute jump, the instructor made an important point. "Start preparing for landing when you're at 300 feet." One student asked, "How do you know when you're at 300 feet"? "A good question. At 300 feet, you can recognize the faces of people on the ground." She thought about this for a moment before saying, "What happens if there's no one there I know"? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The pastor of our church called to confirm that I would be the nursery co-ordinator. He also suggested that when my daughter, who would be two by then, "graduated" from the nursery in the spring, I could then consider taking charge of the preschool program. "I'd love to," I said, "but by then my next baby will be in the nursery." I reminded him that I was expecting my second child in the spring. There was a short pause before he stated, "You know, people are going to get the wrong idea of what the nursery co-ordinator is supposed to be responsible for." "Why?" I questioned. "Well," he started slowly, "the nursery co-ordinator is supposed to be in charge of the supplies for the babies in the nursery, not supplying babies for the nursery." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Late one night my husband and I heard an unusual clinking sound coming from the front of our house. Looking out, we saw a skunk walking along the road, its head firmly stuck inside a glass jar. Every few seconds the animal stopped and raised its head, only to have the heavy jar clink back down on the concrete. Recalling that fire departments often rescue cats in distress, we phoned. The sleepy fireman listened to our story of the skunk's predicament. "Well," he said with the air of a man who knew his priorities well, "is the skunk on fire?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Parents are people who are bearing children, boring teenagers, and boarding newlyweds
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Shirley's ressypees e-zine We do take requests!! If you are looking for any particular recipe, send your request to: mailto:bigguyhereagain@cogeco.ca SUBSCRIBE RessyPees-subscribe@yahoogroups.com &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& You can join The Funnies IT'S FREE To subscribe, Click on link below 25438-subscribe@zinester.com &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& *****Fred.....The Ole
Fritbear!!!***** **** ON THIS DAY **** WHY GOD GAVE
GOD knew that everyone needs
Companionship and cheer,
He knew that people need someone
Whose thoughts are always near.
He knew they need someone kind
To lend a helping hand.
Someone to gladly take the time
To care and understand.
GOD knew that we all need someone
To share each happy day,
To be a source of courage
When troubles come our way.
Someone to be true to us,
Whether near or far apart.
Someone whose love we'll always
Hold and treasure in our hearts.
That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends
-- Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -10- Garley Foster of "The Carolina Tarheels" born Wilkes County, NC 1905. Curly Ray Cline, of the "Lonesome Pine Fiddlers" born Baisden, WV 1923. Ronnie Hawkins, Rockabilly singer/guitarist born Huntsville, AR 1935. Loretta Webb age 13, married Oliver "Mooney" Lynn 1948. Hank Williams Sr. recorded his first record as "Luke The Drifter" 1950. Allen Butler, record executive, born Clarksville, TN 1951. Audrey Williams filed for divorce from Hank 1952. Marty Robbins released "God Understands/Have Thine Own Way Lord" 1955. Elvis recorded, "Heartbreak Hotel," at his first RCA Nashville recording session 1956. Three months later, the record became the first #1 of Elvis' career. Johnny Cash appeared on Shindig 1965. Jimmy Martin recorded "Tennessee Waltz" 1966. Marty Robbins released "Laura/It Kinda Reminds Me of Me" 1973. Zeb Turner, age 62, of "Zeb and Zeke Turner" died 1978. Tree Publishing was purchased by Sony Music for $40,000.000 1989. Clint Black became the 66th member of the Grand Ole Opry 1991. Johnny Rodriguez and Lana Nelson (Willie's daughter) were married 1995. The Kentucky Head Hunters debut album "Pickin' on Nashville" was certified double platinum 1995. Willie Neal Johnson, age 65, died Tyler, TX 2001. Willie was a member of the Gospel Music Hall of Fame, and the American Gospel Quartet Hall of Fame. Max D. Barnes, age 67, singer/songwriter, died 2004.
"County Breakfast
Casserole" Combine milk and eggs and mix well.
Fold in remaining ingredients and top with thin sliced tomatoes and chives. Pour into 9 x 13" pan (greased). Refrigerate overnight. Bake in 325 degree oven for 1 hour in top of oven. **** TODAY'S USELESS FACT **** How do
they lay cable across the ocean? Is it laid on the very
bottom? METALLURGIST - A man who can look at a platinum blonde and tell whether she is virgin metal or a common ore. LAST CALL Y'ALL Disclaimer :All of my materials are Borrowed
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